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pshrynk · 10-28-2010, 06:00 PM

Hilda looped the unconscious form of Miyatake over her broad teutonic shoulder and staggered out of the cantina. Bad enough that her plans for the night had been stymied by the unlikely occurrence of a spy who couldn't hold his liquor, then some local had to come crashing through the wall and land on her table just as she was getting to the soprano aria in Tristan und Isolde. This flea bitten island would not be too soon behind her.

Later, after the doctor's bills had all been paid and everything had healed, she would reflect that her next few minutes would have been much more productive and certainly more comfortable, had her alcohol and lust soaked brain paused to ask the pertinent question, "How did a seventy kilo man happen to crash through a solid brick wall?" Unfortunately for her and fortunately for a certain writer of comedies, it did not.

A man was standing in the street. Her eyes eventually coordinated their signals enough to bring him into focus. It was that pinko Frenchman! She was sure she had a question to ask him. Now what was it? Oh yeah.

"Whatnahell butt... thingy do I push to make the whole building go kblooie?"

"Erm, what?" The man seemed distracted and kept looking at his hands as if they could go off any second.

"You know, on the conTRAPshun! Push a bu... thingy and get a sploshun. Whish one is it?"

"Madame, I am so far beyond concerning myself with that sort of thing that I am afraid I cannot help you."

"Listen, you furry little Frenchman! I paid good money for that thingy and I expect my money's worth! I want a great. Big. Kaboom!" She shifted Miyatake on her shoulder to get ready to use him as a blunt object. If he couldn't provide what she needed, then he could damn sure provide a handy weapon.

The man standing in front of her started turning red. "Why don't any of you cretins ever get it right? It... is... QUEBECOIS! (Add yer own damn accents.)"

leTerrible reached over and flicked the German spy lightly. She said "OUF!" as she flew through the air and smashed the wall on the otherside of the doorway. "Gevalt!" she moaned as she lost consciousness.

"I need to go find that diamond," leTerrible said as he lurched down the street.

10-28-2010, 06:00 PM	#750
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Hilda looped the unconscious form of Miyatake over her broad teutonic shoulder and staggered out of the cantina. Bad enough that her plans for the night had been stymied by the unlikely occurrence of a spy who couldn't hold his liquor, then some local had to come crashing through the wall and land on her table just as she was getting to the soprano aria in Tristan und Isolde. This flea bitten island would not be too soon behind her. Later, after the doctor's bills had all been paid and everything had healed, she would reflect that her next few minutes would have been much more productive and certainly more comfortable, had her alcohol and lust soaked brain paused to ask the pertinent question, "How did a seventy kilo man happen to crash through a solid brick wall?" Unfortunately for her and fortunately for a certain writer of comedies, it did not. A man was standing in the street. Her eyes eventually coordinated their signals enough to bring him into focus. It was that pinko Frenchman! She was sure she had a question to ask him. Now what was it? Oh yeah. "Whatnahell butt... thingy do I push to make the whole building go kblooie?" "Erm, what?" The man seemed distracted and kept looking at his hands as if they could go off any second. "You know, on the conTRAPshun! Push a bu... thingy and get a sploshun. Whish one is it?" "Madame, I am so far beyond concerning myself with that sort of thing that I am afraid I cannot help you." "Listen, you furry little Frenchman! I paid good money for that thingy and I expect my money's worth! I want a great. Big. Kaboom!" She shifted Miyatake on her shoulder to get ready to use him as a blunt object. If he couldn't provide what she needed, then he could damn sure provide a handy weapon. The man standing in front of her started turning red. "Why don't any of you cretins ever get it right? It... is... QUEBECOIS! (Add yer own damn accents.)" leTerrible reached over and flicked the German spy lightly. She said "OUF!" as she flew through the air and smashed the wall on the otherside of the doorway. "Gevalt!" she moaned as she lost consciousness. "I need to go find that diamond," leTerrible said as he lurched down the street.